Lingerie Store

John grinned slyly as his eyes went through the clothing section. In addition to the department stores, there was, like in most malls, a lingerie shop. And it wasn't far from him.

He cut through the mall and around the corner to see a black doorway and bright pink sign reading Veronica's Hideaway, and smiled as he strode on in.

The store had what looked like dozens of mannequins set up, each displaying a sexier and more risque set of underwear than the last. In the back, near the entrance to the dressing rooms, was a small raised platform with a 3-paneled mirror, presumably to allow the women shopping here to see their prospective purchases in their full glory.

Behind the counter was a gorgeous brown-skinned woman with long, smooth hair, wide hips framing a perfect, firm ass, and piercing eyes that lit up as she spotted him enter.

"Welcome to Veronica's Hideaway, sir," she said. "Is there anything I can help you with? I'm here to assist with whatever you might need." There was an unmistakable edge of desire in her words that was clearly more than just her customer service voice.